The Poetry Corner

The Stranger-Man

By Arthur Macy

"Now what is that, my daughter dear, upon thy cheek so fair?" "'Tis but a kiss, my mother dear - kind fortune sent it there. It was a courteous stranger-man that gave it unto me, And it is passing red because it was the last of three." "A kiss indeed! my daughter dear; I marvel in surprise! Such conduct with a stranger-man I fear me was not wise." "Methought the same, my mother dear, and so at three forbore, Although the courteous stranger-man vowed he had many more." "Now prithee, daughter, quickly go, and bring the stranger here, And bid him hie and bid him fly to me, my daughter dear; For times be very, very hard, and blessings eke so rare, I fain would meet a stranger-man that hath a kiss to spare."